I realize I’ve left my laundry in the dryer,
forgot to buy cereal, someone’s
pawed through my day fourteen underwear
and there’s nothing for breakfast.
The day’s spent, but still
I check email, cruise MLS. Scrutinize
my face with a magnifying mirror. Worry
about the groceries I bought on overdraft,
how the bank dings me two dollars
every time I dip into the red.
Body sacked over the chair, I’m unwilling
to usher myself the few steps to bed,
so I type long overdue replies with one hand
till something gives–the clock punched,
I collapse, having earned my seven hour leave.
5 comments:
Oh yeah, sister! Like the ending especially.
I shudder to think how many late nights I've had that were exactly like this...
I wonder if the final two clauses of the first sentence, representing the 'effect' part of the cause & effect equation you've set up, completely earn their place in what is otherise a very tight poem.
Ah, I confess I'm a MLS addict. I liked the pace of this one; it was quick and snappy. I wasn't quite sure about the underwear line. It didn't seem as clear as the rest of the poem.
(Okay, I might be dim, but what's MLS?)
MLS is "your gateway to real estate in Canada." A website to view houses for sale. www.mls.ca Dangerous addiction for wannabe homeowners, especially when houses on the coast start at half a million. Saskatchewan anyone?
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